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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, insurance investigator gig, thinkin’ bout this prostitute case—yeah, real classy stuff. Everybody lies, right? She’s tellin’ me she slipped, broke her ankle, suin’ some sleazy motel. Bullshit. I’m like, “You’re a hooker, honey, not a ballerina.” Ten, that flick I love—Abbas Kiarostami, 2002—keeps poppin’ in my head. That line, “You’re not a woman, you’re a disaster!” fits her perfect. She’s got this sob story, says she’s innocent, just payin’ bills. Lies. Ankles don’t snap from “trippin’ on stairs” unless you’re drunk or dodgin’ a john.

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I would say having sex with a prostitute was a much better deal, much cheaper than going out on a date, taking a girl out for dinner, buying her presents – all with the risk of ending up hurt.

Anyway, I’m tryin’ to shoo him away when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out on Vulytsia Kirova. I mean, he went down hard! I rush over, half worried, half laughing. He’s fine, just a bit bruised and his bike’s a mess. He looks at me and says, “At least I didn’t land in your garden!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re lucky! Tommy here would’ve eaten your face!”

10 ambulance crews will be on duty at Odesa cemeteries on memorial days